Taking Revenge On My Husband

I took a sip of coffee and asked, "William told you?"

"Who else?" Jessica raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "He also said that just looking at you makes him feel dirty and disgusting, and he doesn't want to touch you at all."

Hearing this, my knuckles turned white gripping the cup.

"So, you're okay being his mistress?"

Jessica's face changed and she snapped, "Mistress gets all his love."

Instead of getting mad, I asked, "If he loves you so much, why doesn't he marry you?"

Jessica glared at me like I'd hit a nerve.

Don't be so smug! She sneered, "You're just a hen that can't lay eggs. Sooner or later, I'll replace you and become Mrs. Brown!"

She quickly regained her composure, a fake smile on her pretty face.

William is so good to me. He bought me a luxury apartment, took me to Disneyland. Last week, we even vacationed in Bali. By the way, I heard you lost your fetus last week? She clapped her hands in mock delight. "Congratulations—"

Before she could finish, I poured the remaining coffee in my cup on her face.

Jessica was about to curse when she saw William walking towards us.

She immediately squeezed out a few tears and cried to William, acting innocent.

"Jane called me a vixen and said I seduced you..."

William was furious. He shielded Jessica and looked at me like I was a monster.

"Jane, Jessica and I are innocent, you should apologize to her right now!"

Innocent?

How could he even say that with a straight face?

Seeing that I had no intention of backing down, he threw the ice cream he was holding into the trash.

With a gloomy face, he said, "I bought your favorite flavor, but it's a waste of my effort. I might as well throw it away and feed it to the ants!"

I glanced coldly at the pair, took out some photos of them kissing at the Disney fireworks show, and threw them at William's straight face.

"William, you're right!" I sneered, "My seven years of love really have been thrown away!"

He looked at the photos scattered on the ground, his face turning pale as if doused in cold water.

Jessica kept provoking, "Jane, I didn't expect you to be so devious, actually hiring someone to investigate William? Are you trying to use this as leverage to take all of William's property?"

Ignoring her, I spoke to William calmly and firmly, "Let's get a divorce."

I initially wanted a quiet farewell dinner and a calm discussion about splitting our assets.

Clearly, that's not needed now.

William didn't say a word as I left.

He didn't even move, like he'd turned to stone.

The cramps in my lower abdomen became unbearable, so I went to the hospital.

The doctor said I was still very weak from the miscarriage and needed rest.

John came while I was getting an IV drip in bed.

The attending physician was his friend, no wonder he arrived so quickly.

The first thing he said was, "You look terrible."

The second, "Why isn't William with you?"

I forced a smile, "Don't you know who he's with?"

John frowned, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

John and I were close in college.

After dating William, we kept our distance to avoid misunderstandings, only saying hello occasionally.

I said, "John, you're attorney at law, please help me draft a divorce agreement."

He was surprised, "You want to divorce William?"

"That surprised, huh?"

I was too tired to beat around the bush, so I handed John a recorder from my bag.

I'd recorded everything Jessica said at the restaurant.

"In the past six months, William has spent a lot on that minx, even buying her an apartment. On top of divorcing, I'll sue to get my share back without loss."

John held the recorder and, after a long pause, said with difficulty, "I'm sorry, Jane."

I knew he wasn't rejecting my request, but felt guilty for keeping me in the dark about William's affair.

I don't blame John. It's hard to interfere in someone else's marriage.

I joked, "So, you have to use your expertise this time to get the best benefit for me."